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gentle, slow manipulation - "just a kiss" to "I'll only grind against you" to "only the tip, promise" to "just a little more" to "I won't cum inside" until you're a cum-filled wreck underneath them.

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literally just cum inside me and don’t pull out. and just when i think we're done, you should start moving again, growling and panting into my neck, rutting into me like an animal. drag my hips up so you can get a better angle to fuck into and maybe you snarl god, fuck, your cunt as you cum again, shuddering the whole way. by the time you’re done with me my hole is dripping and im almost crying into the bed with how good it all feels

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cassidy’s fingers tightened around her phone, her knuckles going pale as she stared up at him, her heart hammering so loudly she was sure he could hear it. she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling completely exposed under the soft backyard lights, wishing she could just sink into the ground and disappear.

his question hit her square in the chest, and she felt her stomach twist with guilt.

“i…” she started, but the word got caught in her throat as she let out a soft, breathy laugh, looking down at her heels before forcing herself to meet his eyes again.

her cheeks were burning, her pulse still racing as she tucked a loose strand of golden hair behind her ear, buying herself a few more seconds. but there was no way around it — he deserved to know. he couldn't lie staring in his face again. 

with a small, sheepish shrug, cassidy finally exhaled and said, “okay… i kind of lied.”

she let out a nervous laugh, her voice barely above a whisper as she bit down on her lower lip, hard, then glanced back up at him with wide, apologetic eyes.

“i don’t live where i told you i did.” her words rushed out all at once, like ripping off a band aid. cassidy swallowed thickly, wrapping her arms around herself as if it could shield her from how vulnerable she suddenly felt.

“i actually live… here. Well, not here here, but… the next city over. we’re practically neighbors.” she laughed awkwardly, then sighed, closing her eyes for a second in pure embarrassment.

“i didn’t tell you because… i don’t know, i thought it’d be easier if it was just… a summer fling.” she shrugged again, small and uncertain, her voice softer now. “just something fun. no expectations. no… running into each other at random house parties.”

cassidy let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head at herself, then looked up at him again with a faint, guilty smile.

“um… i’m sorry.” she paused, biting her lip again as her gaze flicked away for a second, then back to him.

“i didn’t think i’d end up in your house anyway,” she added, her voice dipping low, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her purse.

cassidy swallowed hard, her chest tightening at the realization that maybe this wasn’t just some bizarre coincidence after all. maybe it was fate. cause, no matter how much she’d tried to bury it, she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since the day she left, and being so close to him now just felt like paradise. she hadn't realized how much she missed him until now. "please, don't hate me. i just... didn't want wanted to have this one gone memory to hold on to, you know?"

greyson hadn't expected to know everyone at the party, he never did, and that was okay - word would always spread and people would just show up. but as long as it wasn't too out of hand, the cops didn't show up, and the place didn't get trashed, he never cared too much. though typically he could remember a face even if he hadn't known the person, but the fact that she was here? now that had thrown everything out of whack, and greyson suddenly hadn't known what to expect at all. she was standing there, right in front of him, and it still felt like a dream.

the second she'd spoke he was transported back two weeks ago, on the beach, and it was like he could feel her every touch all over again. the way her fingers trailed over his chest, the subtle hitch in her breath when he'd gotten just the right spot of her. they'd been on the same page and it was just for the week, a quick little fun in the sun, and they wouldn't have to worry about anything after that. hell, he didn't even have her phone number they were so set they'd never see one another again. so what was he supposed to do now? when she was directly in front of him, and he couldn't help but to think back to their time together.

❝ you came with - how did you even hear about this party from that far away? ❞ he knew they lived hours from one another, or at least that was what he'd been led to believe.  greyson had never claimed to be the smartest guy around, and that much was evident. ❝ i didn't think you were, i just, i didn't expect to see you here either. ❞ the male laughed, his hand coming up as it ran into his hair, messing it up slightly. ❝ i'm not dreaming or something, right? you're actually here, in my house? ❞ 

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she had barely made it halfway down the hall before realizing every bathroom door was locked, and every bedroom… occupied. she’d flung open one too many doors to scenes she didn’t want burned into her brain forever.

frustrated and overwhelmed, she decided the backyard was the best escape route. it was quieter out there, far less crowded, and the cool night air hit her skin like a breath of relief as she slipped outside.

pulling her phone from the small purse slung over her shoulder, cassidy quickly typed out a message to Allie, her best friend: 

“hey, where are you? i’m outside, i think i wanna go home”

five, ten, fifteen minutes. no response. she stared at the screen for a moment, chewing on the inside of her cheek before sighing and switching over to the Uber app. screw it. she would just leave.

her thumb hovered over the confirm button as she requested an uber, eyes glued to the screen as the little spinning icon searched for a driver. cassidy swallowed hard, forcing herself to breathe steadily, even though her pulse had barely slowed since she bolted out of the house.

and then… his voice.

her heart shot up into her throat, pounding erratically as every nerve in her body went rigid. cassidy squeezed her eyes shut, just for a second, willing herself to stay calm. shit, shit, shit. she could already feel her palms starting to sweat as she slowly turned around to face him, her stomach twisting itself into impossible knots.

and there he was. jst standing there, closing the distance between them, looking at her like she was some kind of ghost.

the memories hit her in sharp, disorienting flashes — his mouth against her neck as the waves crashed nearby, his hand in hers as they snuck down the beach at midnight, the warmth of his chest when she laid on top of him, wet, warm, out of breath and very, very happy.

her cheeks flushed hot instantly, and she could barely meet his eyes, her fingers gripping her phone tighter to keep from visibly shaking.

“ahm, hey, greyson,” cassidy finally said, her voice quiet, almost breathless as she bit down gently on her lower lip, hoping to suppress how nervous she felt.

she forced a small, awkward smile, trying to keep things casual even though her insides felt like they were twisting in on themselves. “i could never imagine I would see you here.” the words tasted like a lie, mostly because it was all her fault. they weren’t from the same city — technically. she was from the next one over, but close enough that she should’ve known there was always a risk of running into him. she just hadn’t wanted to believe it.

“i came with a friend… i didn’t know this was your party.” ger voice dropped as she glanced down at the ground for a moment, before flicking her eyes nervously back up to him. “don’t worry, i’m not a creepy stalker or anything.”

the words came out half joking, but mostly awkward, leaving her standing there completely exposed, with nowhere left to run.

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greyson still wasn't sure that this was real, it had felt like a dream and if he pinched himself then he'd wake up and she wouldn't actually be there. his body turned from the girl for a moment as he gave his attention to the crowd, a few fist bumps and high fives, followed by a lame bow before the party had continued on. when he turned back, she was gone, just like a nightmare. looking around greyson wasn't sure where she might've gone, but he knew the house like the back of his hand, and something told him that she hadn't, so he still had a leg up on her.

he sat his drink down on the nearest ledge and started off in the last direction he had spotted her. making this way through a few people he scanned the room before spotting the familiar head of hair. following her outside, the music was so much quieter out in the backyard, hardly anyone around, and from this spot he was positive that it was her. ❝ cassidy? ❞ he questioned, getting her attention as he began to close the distance between them. ❝ what are you doing here? i thought - ❞ but didn't finish the thought, shaking his head as he was still trying to wrap his mind around how she was even here.  

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cassidy shouldn’t have come. that was the only thought pounding in her head as she wove through the crowded hallway, the music blaring so loudly it rattled in her chest.

when they’d spent the summer break together on the beach, she’d lied — about everything, but mostly about where she was from. she’d made up some random city hours away, convinced herself it was better that way. a clean break. no messy feelings, no awkward run ins, no chance of seeing him again. it was supposed to be one of those perfect, temporary things — seven days of sun, salt, good sex and late nights tangled in each other’s arms, then walk away like none of it had ever happened.

but now here she was, standing in the middle of a party she hadn’t even realized he was throwing. her chest tightened as her eyes landed on him across the room. greyson.

for a second, she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. he looked exactly the same — relaxed, confident, like he hadn’t spent the last days, weeks slipping through her thoughts when she swore she wouldn’t think about him again.

then someone at the top of the stairs shouted his name, and as her eyes follow the sound, her stomach dropped. she couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing.

cassidy watched as he laughed, turning toward the sound, his gaze sweeping casually across the crowd — dangerously close to landing on her.

panic surged through her chest.

she spun around quickly, shoving past a group of people, her heart racing. she should run. find a bathroom, somewhere to hide, to breathe, to figure out how the hell she was supposed to handle the fact that the guy she’d tried so hard to keep at a safe distance was standing just a few feet away… and had no idea she’d been here all along.

open: f / m connection: they hooked up for the week they were on vacation hot and heavy spending every minute together, maybe your muse lied about where they were from or they just never talked about it, but SURPRISE now they're at greyson's party, and niether of them expected that

spring break was over, and a week on the beach had done greyson some good, he'd gone out of town with friends and it was exactly what everyone had needed. some time to relax, not have to think about anything else, enjoy the warmth of the sun, the sand, and be surrounded by hundreds of strangers. so, maybe the last part wasn't ideal but it had made for some good people watching. it was interesting meeting people from all over, and he'd found himself getting to know one stranger a little bit more. they'd spend most of the week together, and while it was just a spring fling, he had found himself thinking about them a few times over the last few days. how their body felt against him, the late nights melting into the early morning, completely wrapped in one another. there had been no point in exchanging numbers as he was positive they'd never see one another again, and it was good while it had lasted. a fun week, then cut ties - enough to remember, and enjoy the time spent together.

he'd been walking through the crowd of people at the house party, everyone celebrating making it through the first week of classes after spring break, and preparing for the year to end. it sounded silly, but it was something to look forward to at least, and he'd been known for throwing a good party. the plastic cup in his hand had risen, taking a drink as he scanned the party for any of his friends. that was when he spotted the familiar face across the way, they weren't looking in his direction, though he nearly spit out his drink when he saw them. it couldn't be the same person, right? replaying that week in his head, he knew they'd talked about where they were from, and greyson definitely would have remembered if it was the same place. so how were they here right now? how was that even possible? moving closer he wanted to see if it was the same person, without making himself known. maybe it was just someone that looked like them? he'd just barely taken a step closer when his cover was blown, one of the guys at the top of the stairs shouting out his name, loud and clear to not only thank him for hosting the party, but get a few cheers from everyone around as well. greyson sound himself laughing, nodding along before finally he turned back to the possible familiar face, now only a few feet away from him.

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leo let out a low, amused hum, her teasing lingering between them like the faint trace of her perfume. he tilted his head slightly, lips curling into that easy, unbothered grin. his eyes stayed locked on freya's, unflinching, letting the moment stretch just enough before answering, voice smooth and careless, “occupational hazard.”

it was the truth, after all. people fell in love for all kinds of reasons, — most of them having little to do with him and everything to do with their own fantasies. but he wasn’t about to break the spell by saying that.

his is gaze dipped briefly as she took another slow sip of her wine, letting it linger on her tongue like she was savoring the moment, or maybe just gathering courage.

that pulled a quieter laugh from him, something darker, edged with interest. his eyes roamed lazily down her frame before returning to her face, noting the blush blooming on her cheeks despite all her words.

“and you don’t look stupid to me at all, freya” leo said, voice dropping just slightly, like they were already sharing a secret.

but before he could lean in and push the game further, her elbow brushed the base of the wine glass, and just like that, a wave of deep red tipped over, splashing across her dress and his pants in one clumsy cascade.

leo just stood there, entirely unbothered, watching her with that same amused calm. the corners of his mouth twitched upward as she cursed under her breath, her panic only making the whole scene more endearing.

could she actually make spilling wine look sexy? apparently, yes.

when she fumbled for a napkin, hands moving frantically to dab at the wet fabric on his leg, not even sparing a thought for her own soaked clothes, leo gently caught her wrist midmotion, his touch steady, fingers cool against her warm, anxious smooth.

“relax,” he said quietly, his grin widening. “things like this happen, you don’t need to buy me new pants.”

he could feel the pulse of her embarrassment, the way her heart seemed to be racing as she sat back down, hands covering her face like some nervous kid.

leo laughed under his breath, leaning a bit closer, eyes dropping pointedly to the wine stained fabric clinging to her skin before dragging back up to meet her gaze.

for a second, he just stared at her, head tilted slightly, expression softening into something more deliberate. his tongue wet his lips slowly, his gaze sweeping her from head to toe and then lingering, unapologetically, on her eyes.

“you keep talking like that…” he murmured, voice a little rougher now, “and i just might.”

he stood then, smooth and relaxed, offering her his hand. the movement was simple but sure, the kind of gesture that didn’t need explanation.

“come here…” taking her flirting as an opening, he reached for her fingers, and when he had hers slipped into his, he gave the lightest tug, guiding her up to stand in front of him. His palm brushed the woman's waist briefly before he leaned in, his voice dipping to that quiet, dangerous place that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. “turn around for me.”

he said it softly, almost coaxing, his curiosity about her now tangled tightly with something far more electric.

because clumsy or not, freya had just made things a lot more interesting.

it wasn't like she needed validation -- or even craved it, but his words were certainly nice to hear. it was freeing, in a way, not feeling so ostracized by her words or lack of sexual experience throughout the years. her marriage had grown bored, tired, and lonely which blended regrettably into their sex life. sure -- he had gotten off -- but did she? never. only by her forbidden pink treasure that locked away from her husbands glance until she was begging for release. "good aura, for sure. but, also... potentially dangerous." freya remarked a laugh lingering from glossed lips. it wasn't like it was completely untrue. "dangerous meaning i'm sure all your frequent clients have fallen in love with you." taking another sip of her wine, she let the liquid linger a moment on her tongue, absorbing and relishing the taste fully. liquid courage was her only courage -- but also her downfall. locking hues with his she bats her eyelashes playfully as the alcohol hits her bloodstream. "you like my eyes, huh?" she asks him. "i'm sure that's what you say to every woman you are with, but i'll take the compliment." she teases him as she notices his eyes fall from her face down to her chest. coming to the realization her cheeks are tinted with a pink hue as she fixes her posture -- her confidence starting to blossom in the moment. "i think i'd be stupid not to let you fuck me." although the statement was bold, it was certainly true. here leo was, the finest man she had ever come in contact with -- it would be a shame if she let him walk away. leaning in closer to him she places her chin on her hand staring into the endless ocean of his eyes and with one simple movement freya's tipping over her wine glass which spills on top of her and him combined. "shit!" she blurts out as she grabs a napkin and lightly dabs at his pants not even worrying about her own dress. "i'm sorry -- fuck!" her embarrassment peaks in the moment and so doesn't her heart rate. "i'll buy you some new pants. those are really nice and i just fucking ruined them." 'clutz' being one of the many words to describe freya. "i feel like a virgin on her first date." freya sits back down as she rests her head in her hands. "although -- at least now... we have an excuse to take our clothes off, right?" looking down at her wine stained dress she laughs as she meets leo's gaze with curiosity and desire. "you wanna take it off of me?"

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leo didn’t answer right away. he let the words settle between them, slow and thick like honey. no strings attached… she had said it softly, but he caught every word and repeated it, voice smooth and low like velvet brushing over bare skin.

“no strings attached,” he echoed with a faint, crooked smile, his eyes never leaving hers.

he felt the warmth of her hand as it traveled from his chest to his neck — the path she traced like a fuse being lit. leo stood still for her, letting her guide him, letting her touch linger, enjoying it more than he should have for someone being paid to be there. but there was something about her — the way she spoke, touched, looked at him — that made him want to stay long after the clock stopped ticking.

when her fingers reached his jaw, and she whispered her instructions, he smiled again, a little slower this time, more intimate. then, he brought both hands to her waist, fingers splaying gently against the curve of her body as he pulled her in with quiet confidence.

“yeah, i can do that” he murmured, one hand traveled up, a languid glide up her spine, fingers firm but gentle as they settled at the nape of her neck. he tilted the woman's head with practiced ease, his other hand anchoring her close by her lower back. slowly, deliberately, he brushed her hair aside, exposing her lean neck.

then, finally, he bent down and kissed her there — right where she asked.

“is this what you want?” he asked against her skin, enjoying the smell of her skin, her perfume, his lips barely parting from the soft warmth of her neck.

the man let his mouth wander, his lips wet, slow kisses trailing upward, grazing her skin like whispers. his fingers curled in her hair, tilting her head just enough to keep her open to him, exposed in all the right ways. each kiss was deliberate, slow, unrushed, as though he had all the time in the world and intended to savor every second.

his breath was warm against her skin, his nose grazing her jaw, planting another kiss there as he traced a line up to her lips. only then he paused there. his lips brushing hers, teasing but not quite kissing yet. his eyes flicked to hers, pupils dark with want, and he gave her the briefest ghost of a smile before finally closing the distance.

the first kiss was slow. intimate. his lips molded to hers with just enough pressure to tell her he meant it, but not enough to overwhelm. he kissed her lips one, two, three times before smoothly licking her bottom lip, tilting his head, letting the heat build, tasting her like something he craved. his hand slid lower on her back when he deepened the kiss, resting at her waist to pull her closer, until there was nothing left between them but heat and, two annoying lawyers of clothing and breath.

leo wasn’t just kissing her. he wanted to seduce her, to allure her to him — and he intended to doing it with the kind of sensual, steady control that promised she could fall into him completely. and that he would catch her if she did.

Luna didn’t miss the way his gaze moved over her — deliberate, measured, reverent in a way that made her skin feel too tight. His compliments didn’t bounce off her the way they should have. No, they landed — and lingered — and that was what unsettled her. This was supposed to be simple. A night staged for appearances. A few curated selfies, a polished smile, and just enough chemistry to convince her adoptive parents she was thriving — romantically, socially, emotionally. No need for any more concerned blind date setups. God, anything but that.

And yet, here she was… smiling at him like she meant it. Thinking, really thinking, about letting the night stretch further.

She wasn’t the kind of woman who did this. Who blurred lines and invited strangers into her space — even charming ones. But the way he looked at her made it hard to remember all the reasons she’d built her walls in the first place.

When her ex left, she had sworn off dating altogether. Not out of heartbreak — not really. She’d made peace with that part. No, it was the tumor. The cruel clock ticking beneath her skull. She wasn’t afraid of dying. She was afraid of being loved when she had no time left to give it back. Afraid of becoming someone’s grief. But Leo? He was temporary by design. A transaction. A beautiful illusion. He was, wasn't he? She would never see him again after all.

So when she stepped closer, it was with purpose. She took another sip of wine, let its warmth brace her, then reached out — her hand resting gently against his chest. Solid. Steady. Here, but not hers.

She told herself this wasn’t real. That none of it mattered.

“No strings attached… right?” Her voice came out softer than intended, edged with something almost vulnerable. Her fingers trailed up, light as breath — from the center of his chest to the slope of his neck. “You can start with kissing me here…” Her touch found his jaw next. “here…”

Then, slowly, she brushed her thumb across his lips — the barest ghost of a caress. “And here.” A single breath passed between them. Intimate. Loaded. “You think you can manage that?”

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sebastian’s chest heaves, the rage still simmering just under his skin, but her touch — the small, steady press of her hand over his — makes him hold it together by a fraying thread.

his jaw is tight as she speaks, his eyes locked on hers, the only thing in this whole place that matters. when she jokes, when she tries to lighten it with that little smile, it only makes something more primal twist in his gut.

“you are adorable,” he says, voice dropping, rough and possessive. “that’s the problem.”

his thumb strokes along her cheek, a soft contrast to the sharp, protective edge in his tone.

“you don’t get it, jasi…” he exhales hard, leaning in just a little, voice low enough that only she can hear. “for humans… sure, someone smacks your ass, you roll your eyes and walk away. but for us? that's a war declaration. a challenge.” his gaze hardens, possessive, unflinching. “you’re my mate now.”

the words come out heavy, final — like a law written in his bones.

“it’s my job to protect you. to keep you safe, happy and satisfied.” his hand curls just slightly on her cheek, not enough to hurt, just enough to make sure she feels the weight of what he’s saying. “it’s instinct, babygirl. i can’t turn it off.”

he swallows thickly, forcing the next part out, softer but no less fierce. “so i know it doesn't make sense for you, but just the thought of someone else touching you makes me want to rip their heart out, mark you all over with my scent. makes me want to-" knot you . breed you, he thinks, but doesn't said the words. jasi definitely wasn't ready for that talk. sebastian sighed heavily. "anyway, makes me want to make sure that they now you're mated to me.”

she's no damsel in distress. jasi is young, yes, but she's far from naive. if she wasn't so preoccupied keeping sebastian out of trouble she could have easily whipped around and given that creep a bloody nose. she didn't like violence, but she understood that at times it was a useful enough tool to keep herself safe. right now, she can only focus on him. getting him out of this situation and away from the crowd.

she'd never blame him. jasi loved him. everything about him. for sebastian this was simply his instincts. she'd never bemoan him for being protective of her, even if it did very nearly blow their secret out of the water.

'i'm fine. it's you i'm worried about.' she declares, placing her own smaller hand over his on her cheek, 'bash, i love you. i love that you want to protect me but you can't do stuff like that. what if someone films you? what if someone calls the cops?' it was thoughts like these that kept her awake at night. she wasn't strong or powerful like he was. if someone came to take him away, she wouldn't be able to stop them. not that it would stop her from putting up one hell of a fight.

'you can't threaten every creep that looks my way.' she declares, then lets a smile pass over her cherub face, 'in case you haven't noticed, i'm adorable. it tends to attract attention.' she teased, trying desperately to lighten the tension.

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“oh, fuck you,” reyna snapped, her hands splaying on his chest to push him away. no matter how much she claimed to hate him, the betrayal had left a deep wound that had yet to heal. so it was only fair that she made christian feel the same way.

the problem was: her body didn’t seem to understand that. reyna’s body betrayed her the second he touched her, just like it always did. no matter how many times she swore she hated him — and she did — her pulse still quickened, her breath still hitched, her pussy still got soaked, aching for him. she wanted him to pay for what he’d done, to suffer like she had, but instead here she was, pressed up against a wall with her heart slamming against her ribs with his fingers deep inside her cunt.

her jaw clenched as she swallowed a gasp, determined not to give him the satisfaction. “it’s been so long since you've made a woman cum that you don't know what it feels like afterwards?” she said weakly, but even she didn’t believe it. she hated how easily he could do this to her, how her pride screamed at her to shove him away while her body pulled him closer.

god, he was such a dick! he was the one who had cheated, who had broken her trust in the worst possible way. and yet here he was, acting like she was the one who had wronged him. it made her blood boil, made her want to slap him and kiss him all at once.

“you don’t get to do this!” she hissed under her breath, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. but she didn’t push him away. she couldn't. not when her skin was already flushed and her legs weak from the way he touched her like he still owned her, when she could feel the orgasm building up, and up, and up… her head fell back against the wall as a shaky breath escaped her lips, her pride slowly giving way to the pull she could never quite escape.

she fucking hated him.

and she fucking wanted him.

both things were equally true.

and right now, caught in this mess of anger and desire, she didn’t know how to be anything but his.

again.

her pride screamed at her to shove him away, to remind him that she could be with whoever she wanted — that she didn’t need him anymore. But then his hand moved just right, and her breath caught, and she hated herself for how easily her body responded. his thumb running her sensitive clit the right way making her whimper.

“let me fuckin' go, christian” she whispered, but her voice trailed off as a moan slipped past her lips despite her best efforts.

she bit down hard on her bottom lip, furious with herself, furious with him and at his words that were nothing but true, but unable to stop. unable to even try to get him off, apparently, by the way that her fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him even closer, like her body was making the choice her mind refused to.

she almost thanked him for making said choice for her the minute he pulled out; but then, his fingers were out, and his cock were in. plunged deep inside of her in a thrust that made her gasp, eyes widen by the sudden invasion that she was no longer used to.

not that it was an impediment with the way he thrust into her, so hard it would have hurt if she wasn't so wet, her pussy drenched and warm, making her body slam into the wall of how hard he was fucking her. her body, in response, gave way to him, making space for his cock inside of her velvety, tight walls, her lips parted as she moaned, not giving a single fuck about the people around them — about her date that, at that very moment, was watching them from afar, shocked by what he was seeing.

reyna grabbed christian by the neck with one hand, nails biting his skin, chocolate brown eyes focused on him as her fingers dug into his hair.

“i fucking hate you,” she hissed one last time, the words nothing but a lie between them now. she leaned her face closer to his, her tongue licking along his neck, his mouth… “and a quickie against the wall isn't gonna change that.”

because the truth was written all over the way she let him have her again — the way she always did.

"of course you'd bring that up right now." christian glowered. he knew he'd made a mistake. she knew it. everyone knew it. but was she really going to throw it in his face for the rest of their lives? "i was drunk. you were out of town for the weekend. i was horny. and, if i remember correctly, you were being a bitch." not the best excuse in the world, and not a romantic, impassioned speech sure to win her back. but, roughly, the truth. at least the way he saw it. he and reyna had gotten into a fight an hour before christian had met an easy blonde at the bar, thrown back a couple of whiskey sours, and lost all sense of reason or restraint. he always did react poorly when reyna was mad at him.

he was still acting poorly when reyna was mad at him. he was supposed to be on a date tonight with a perfectly kind, respectable woman. instead, he had his ex pinned to the wall with his fingers up her cunt. she was testing him, he knew that. fucking with his short temper. trying to set him off. he was playing right into her came, and god if he couldn't help but do it anyway. he found that little spot inside her, the one that always made her see stars, and pumped his fingers ruthlessly against it. two could play at this game. if she wanted to hit him where it hurt, he'd remind her that he knew her body like the back of his own hand and could play her like a fiddle.

"you're awfully wet and needy for someone who's already been satisfied." had the idiot she'd brought into the bathroom really pleased her? christian leaned in close, his breath hot on her neck. "i don't believe you. you know he couldn't touch you like i do. he never will. no one will." her words stung, the image of her with the other man, of his mouth on her, making christian see red. he hated it. hated to imagine her with anyone else. between her legs, his thumb found her clit and began to rub it in small, familiar circles. "is that right? but...where is he?" christian made a show of looking around for her date. "i don't see him anywhere. don't see him on his knees, eating you out. so that means you said no, didn't you sweetheart? cause deep down, no matter what you try and tell yourself, you know you'll never have better than me. that he'll never make you feel like i do."

christian pulled his fingers out of her sopping cunt very suddenly. in a flash, he'd unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his cock and, not caring that they were still in a busy night club, hundreds of people dancing on either side of them, he pushed his cock under her dress and into her wet pussy beginning to fuck her, hard, against the wall.

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nick was fucking her mouth like it was just another hole — one made to take him, to be filled and used. his thrusts were hard, relentless, driven by the adrenaline pumping through his veins, all of it surging straight to his thick, aching cock. his breathing was ragged, muscles tight beneath the layers of black clothing that concealed his identity, as if his entire body had been primed, prepared for this exact moment — for her.

he already knew he was in danger of becoming addicted. addicted to the way her throat clenched around him, to the way her breasts bounced with every deep thrust, to the tears streaking down her flushed, messy face as she struggled to breathe. addicted to the sight of Violet surrendering to him, completely at his mercy, willing and eager to let him do whatever he wanted. the fact that she’d given him that permission — the explicit, desperate consent to ruin her — only made him harder.

the night before, she’d told him she wanted him to fuck her mouth, for make her choke on his cock. and nicholas wasn’t the kind of man to ignore a request like that. he took it literally.

but even as he fucked her mouth ruthlessly, he knew his limits. he wasn’t about to let her pass out before he got to feel what it was like to fuck that perfect pussy, to taste her, to mark her skin with his cum, his teeth, his hands.

when her eyes began to roll back, when her body shuddered in that dangerous line between euphoria and too much, he pulled out abruptly. a thick string of saliva and precum snapped free, falling between them, as he gripped his cock and pumped it slowly in his fist, eyes locked on her ruined, gasping form.

he didn’t give her a chance to recover. without hesitation, he slapped the side of her face with the heavy length of his wet cock, simply because he could.

his other hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to keep her close, his voice low, cold, commanding: “you’re alright.” no question. a statement. a fact.

then, pressing the swollen head of his length against her puffy lips, he growled: “now, you say: thank you, sir, for letting me suck your cock.”

his free hand slapped her cheek again, not cruelly, but with the kind of practiced force that made her gasp, to make her eyes snap to his in raw, dazed submission. yhen his grip shifted to her jaw, applying just enough pressure to force her mouth open.

“or I’ll shove it back down your throat until you do thank me — or until you’re begging me just to let you breathe.” his thumb dragged across her spit slick lips, slow, taunting. nick smiled behind the mask, his heart pounding with dark satisfaction.

tonight was the night violet found out if her trust was well placed. that was the real root of it all, feeling safe in the arms of a man who was actively hurting her, knowing she would be protected by the same man who left marks on her skin. that at the end of the day, or even in the middle of the scene, if she'd had enough and wanted it to stop, he'd respect that, he'd care for her. she didn't know this man who she'd only spoken to online, not yet, but his messages had intrigued her so much, she'd been desperate to meet him. so far, she wasn't disappointed.

as those blue eyes seemed to see through to her soul, distracting her momentarily, violet didn't see the slap coming. her face fell to one side, her cheek turning a light pink. with his hand in her hair, the slap still stinging on her soft skin, it was hard not to pant and beg for his cock. she had warned him that slapping turned her on desperately. she managed to glare up at him before he was roughly grabbing her jaw.

the night before, as violet had sat in bed, rubbing her clit, she had messaged this stranger: i want you to force your cock down my throat, make me choke on it. getting your dick wet is more important than me being able to breathe. she had gotten off to that image, the fantasy of him holding her down, of her choking, crying on his shaft. now, finally, she was living the real thing. his grip was powerful, intense, pulling her jaw open, so even if violet had wanted to get away (and she didn't), she wouldn't have been able to.

"ah! fuck, no..." she barely had time to register what was happening before there was a cock down her throat. god, he was big. she choked, hands grasping desperately at his thighs. no matter how much she might like choking on a cock, had begged for it even, it didn't stop the natural human instinct to breathe. he hit the back of her throat, and tears welled in her eyes as she choked and tried to pull away. there was no good moment, no time to pull away and gasp for air. her fingers gripped uselessly at his thighs, trying and failing to free herself from his grasp. her face, already pink from the slaps, turned a darker shade of red as she lost oxygen.

what she must have looked like to him in that moment, kneeling between his legs, half naked, shirt ripped open so her breasts spilled out and bounced every time he thrust down her throat. her shorts pushed down beneath the curve of her ass, hanging awkwardly around her thighs. her hair wrapped around his knuckles, his cock in her mouth, saliva and tears covering her face. her hands continued to slap uselessly at the muscle of his thighs while her eyes started to roll back in her head. she simply had to trust that he would let her breathe eventually.

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reaper’s grip in her hair tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to remind her exactly who she belonged to. his dark eyes gleamed with raw, possessive hunger as he watched the whiskey trail over her skin, soaking her blouse, her bra, everything — his. every inch of her drenched in something he intended to claim all over again.

his chest rumbled with a low, dangerous laugh when she asked that breathless little question. he didn’t even bother answering with words — his mouth did all the talking.

vincent leaned in and dragged his tongue slow and deliberate along the path of the spilled whiskey, lapping it up from the swell of her tits, not stopping until he reached the edge of her bra where the fabric clung wet and tight to her skin. his beard scraped against her, leaving behind the faintest burn, a mark to remind her of him, like many marks he loved to leave on her body.

“fuckin’ perfect,” he growled against her chest, voice hoarse and heavy with lust, his cock as hard as a rock, surely leaking precum on his underwear. his hands came up then, rough palms sliding pushing her blouse to shove it down, fingers hooking into her bra to tug it down without finesse, without hesitation. he needed to feel her, bare and exposed right here, right now.

the cold air of the clubhouse hit her wet skin, but vincent was already there, his mouth sealing around one of her hard, pink nipples, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make his point. his other hand squeezed her other tit firmly, possessively, wanting to make her ache for him just like he ached for her.

“perfect and mine,” he muttered darkly against her flesh before biting down just enough to leave a mark that would bloom later, a reminder for both of them, his tongue calming the reddish skin right after.

when anna poured more whiskey on herself, letting it drip down again, reaper didn’t even hesitate, he caught the stream midfall, chasing it with his tongue down between her big, heavy tits, licking and sucking at her skin like a man starved, like she was his only salvation in this fucked up world.

the sound he made was primal, a deep, satisfied groan like moan vibrating through his chest as he buried his face between her tits, licking, biting, sucking every drop of her and the whiskey away.

“you keep beggin’ like that,” he snarled, voice muffled against her damp skin. “and i’m not stopping until i’ve fuck you right here in front of every single one of them.”

his hand slid up the back of her neck again, fingers threading tighter into her hair as he pulled her head back to expose her throat once more, his mouth already moving up to nip and suck at the spot just under her jaw, marking her all over again.

“grind that needy cunt of yours on my cock, baby, c’mon,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous. “i want you nice and wet for when i stretch your little hole.” his hand still kneading her breast, thumb circling her nipple with practiced, possessive intent while he took the other on his mouth, hungrily sucking on it. unsatisfied, he used both hands to bring her breasts together, pressing them on each other and with his tongue out, he began to alternate between licking and sucking and biting at both of them, one at a time, loving to watch and feel them becoming red, hard and swollen.

LIPS BLOOMED INTO A WICKED SMIRK OF PRIDE as she felt Vincent's fingers threading through her hair and guiding her head exactly where he wanted it to be. she went pliant in his grasp, easily moved wherever he needed her to go, like a pet on a leash that listened to any and every order given. the brunette watched from underneath half-closed eyes as the man brought the bottle up - she half expected him to pour the liquid into her mouth for her, gasping in surprise as the chilled alcohol began to roll down the warm flesh of her throat.

"fuck." Anna cursed softly, grinding onto his crotch - allowing her body to move all on its own. "does it taste better this way?" she asked softly, too busy enjoying the sensation of his tongue on her sensitive skin to think of anything else. too busy becoming obsessed with his touch to notice anyone else watching them - they were in a busy part of the clubhouse after all, where everyone and anyone could see what they were doing. though very few were stupid enough to actually do it - to watch what their president was doing with his Old Lady.

"Jesus, fuck." the woman hissed when she felt him moving lower. Vincent's mouth on her breast becoming a trigger that fired up her body with lust for so much more. every single time without a fail. "do it again." Anna growled, taking the bottle to sip at the alcohol but allowing some of it to escape her mouth and follow the trail of damp flesh of the previous round. dripping down her cleveage and soaking the fabric of her bra and blouse. her back arched to press her heavy breasts into her husband's hands, demanding silently more of his attention onto the sensitive spots of her body. "please."

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she was lying on Nola’s bed, thighs spread wide, just like her puffy pussy lips. her heart was pounding so hard she could almost hear it, echoing the relentless painful throbbing between her legs. her breathing came in quick, shallow bursts, her lower lip swollen and red, punished from being bitten too many times in a desperate attempt to stifle her moans.

she shouldn’t be enjoying this. the inspections were supposed to help her resist, to teach her control over the weakness that plagued her: lust. the kind that made her wake up soaked in her own arousal, eyes lingering too long on her roommates with desire she didn’t know how to silence.

aad yet, here she was: a dripping, whimpering mess under nola’s skilled fingers, her sensitive pussy trembling with every touch, like a common whore would react.

“n-no, ma’am,” her voice barely rose above a whisper, shaky and uncertain. no, she hadn’t touched herself. she knew it was wrong. she’d resisted for weeks now, even when every nerve in her body screamed for release — especially after their sessions, when she’d return to her room aching and unsatisfied, frustration simmering in her veins.

frustrated, just like now, as nola educated her. hope could feel her insides aching, pulsing around the unbearable emptiness, her pink, untouched little hole visibly clenching. nola would see it, for sure. she had to see it. and Hope couldn’t hide the gush of slick that spilled from her pussy right at that moment, sliding down to her ass and soaking the sheets beneath her.

“i didn’t! I didn't but... you could…” her voice broke as she bit down on her lip again, shame burning through the haze of need. she sounded so needy, so desperate. her cheeks burned, almost as red as her swollen, glistening virgin cunt.

“gosh, mistress… it hurts…” she whimpered, trembling, fighting the instinct to close her legs. “please. can you please help me? i’ll be good, I promise – i’ll be good!”

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"oh baby!" nola cooed, her voice falsely sympathetic as she ran her finger up hope's trembling thigh and over her swollen clit. "your poor little clit. it looks so sensitive. you haven't been touching it, have you?"

as was usual when nola called hope to her room, nola had instructed the girl upon entering to strip off all her clothes, lay on the bed, lift her legs up into the air, and hold them wide open, arms wrapped under her knees. the position gave nola, who had remained completely dressed, the access to inspect the young woman thoroughly. pussy inspections were, after all, expected daily now and could go on for ages, nola taking her time touching every little inch of hope's naked body, parting her pussy lips and prodding her hole to make sure she was still tight, rubbing her clit to if she could resist the temptation of stimuli. nola had to make sure that hope was being a good girl, that she was not giving in to sin, and that her body remained pure.

"and this?" she ran her finger very, very slowly over hope's pussy, never dipping inside. "you haven't touched this, have you? now, make sure you tell me the truth, baby. lying is a sin. just like lust."

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leo watched her with a soft, knowing gaze as she tapped her fingers against the glass, each motion betraying nerves she was trying too hard to hide. he liked to think he was good at reading people — had to be in his line of work — and freya was giving him plenty to read. beautiful. elegant. but wound up tight enough to snap. he didn’t want that. he wanted nothing but make her feel good.

when she blurted it out the truth that, apparently, was hard enough to make her blush, he didn’t flinch, he didn’t even blink. he just smiled.

“there’s nothing wrong with that,” leo said gently, voice low and warm.

her compliment came next, awkward and sweet, and he let it hang in the air a moment before answering — just long enough to let her feel the weight of his attention. then, with a slow smile that reached his eyes, he looked at her fully.

“i hope it’s a good kind of aura,” he said, locking eyes with hers. bright blue, fucking striking. he took a step closer, holding her gaze. “your friends told me you were a beautiful woman. they didn’t lie.” he took a sip of his wine, savoring the richness on his tongue, then leaned in slightly — close enough to let his voice drop without losing a single note of charm. “they did fail to mention that you have the most beautiful blue eyes, though.”

it wasn’t just flattery or a pick up line. it was the truth, and the way he said it made that obvious. just as obvious as his interest in her, that he let it show when his eyes flicked — briefly, purposefully — down to the cleavage of her dress and the perfect breasts it framed so perfectly. he didn’t pretend not to notice, but he didn’t linger either. soon, his gaze rose again, meeting hers with that same steady confidence.

“women hire me for a lot of reasons,” leo said, his tone easy, inviting. “some just want company a good conversation, someone who listens.”

he tilted his head, resting his weight casually against the edge of the marble console behind him, setting his wine glass down with an effortless grace. “some just want a good fuck.” a hint of mischief curled at the corner of his mouth. “i’m good at both.”

he smiled, letting his words that hang for a beat, then softened again.

“but if you’re not one of the latter, we can just talk, freya.” her name rolled off his tongue like something sweet, something he’d been waiting to say. “if all you want is a little company and a glass of wine and a nice chat? then that’s exactly what i’m here for.”

he looked at her again, slower this time. not just at her gorgeous body, but at her. really looked. “i want you to enjoy tonight, however that looks for you.” he smiles again, deciding to be bold by brushing a lock of golden hair out of her face. "i just ask that you tell me when you decide which woman will you want to be tonight, so i can give you exactly what you need. can you do that for me, beautiful?"

swallowing hard her manicured fingertips tapped against her wine glass, anxiety looming in the shadows of her mind. this was the first time, since her divorce, freya had been with another man. her friends setting up the evening for her as if she wasn't a complete nervous wreck about it. however, she was ready, or at least she was convincing herself she was. "i haven't been intimate in a while." she blurts out her own words causing her embarrassment and shame. in reality, there was nothing wrong with it, right? as he leaned closer pouring their expensive red wine with ease, the aroma of his elegant cologne sending shivers down her spine. his demeanor, his class, and most importantly his charm making her heart race against her chest. "i know that. um..." freya was certainly at a loss for words, her thoughts stuck behind her tongue gnawing at the bars of their enclosure. "sorry, i'm just... wow. you certainly have an aura about you." she swallows hard meeting his gaze for the first time that night. "did my friends tell you about me? and mention that i'm a total awkward mess?" she mentions, fixing the top hem of her dress that painted a generous amount of cleavage. a sensual piece of art to say the least. that was another thing -- her friends had dressed her for the night. freya wasn't used to looking this sexy. "do a lot of women hire you specifically for talking and dinner? or just sex?"

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leo watched her. she moved like she owned the room; slow, deliberate, the kind of woman who didn’t ask for attention because the air already bent around her. confidence clung to her like the dress she was wearing, elegant but quiet, just like her. he followed her with his eyes as she walked toward the window, city lights catching in the lines of her silhouette. luna seemed composed, but not cold. and that was what got under his skin, that stillness. that restraint, like she was always holding something back.

he couldn't help the flicker of curiosity that sparked in his chest. why was she here? women like her didn’t need to pay for company — not when he was sure men would line up just to breathe the same air as her. not when she looked like that, carried herself like that. but then again, he wasn’t complaining. dinner had been, in fact, genuinely enjoyable. she was sharp, quick witted, didn’t fall for his usual lines; and he liked that more than he should’ve.

when the woman finally spoke, the corner of leo's mouth tugged in amusement, and he let out a quiet, knowing laugh, fingers slipping into the front pocket of his tailored pants. the funny thing is, sometimes people would pay him to be anything but a gentleman. he never said that out loud, of course.

so instead, he simply replied, smooth and low. “thank you.”

his eyes stayed on her as she turned back to face him, framed by the skyline. that calm intrigued him. leo was good at reading people — had to be, in this business — and yet, Luna was a delicious mystery he hadn’t cracked. not yet. he wanted to know what made her tick.

her last words were met with a small, crooked smile. the kind that said he wasn’t surprised, but he wasn’t backing off either.

“and yet, here we are,” leo said softly, taking a single step forward. slow and deliberate.

he let his eyes drift, careful but unashamed, tracing the curves of her body with a quiet reverence. nothing two obvious — just appreciation, honest and clear.

“a beautiful woman, looking gorgeous in that dress…” his voice dropped slightly as he looked back into her eyes, his own dark and steady. “and a just-enough-of-a-gentleman guy, with the whole night ahead of us.”

one brow arched, not cocky, not teasing, but suggestive in a way that let her fill in the blanks.

“the question now, luna, is what how do you wish to spend all that time?” he stopped just in front of her, close, but not close enough to touch. not until she asks him to. still, the space between them pulsed with tension, his voice lowering one more notch. “and what can I do to make your change of heart worth it.”

She took the glass from him, her fingers cool against his for the briefest moment before she pulled away. The wine was full-bodied, dark, clinging to the glass like it had secrets of its own. She sipped once, then again, slower, letting the silence stretch — not awkward, just heavy. Intentional.

Her heels made no sound against the plush carpet as she moved toward the window, city lights catching in the subtle shimmer of her dress. It wasn’t loud, the dress — nothing about her ever really was — but it was elegant, almost too much for someone who hadn’t planned on taking the night seriously.

She hadn’t expected to enjoy dinner as much as she had. The food had been excellent, sure, but it was the way he listened that caught her off guard. How he didn’t fill silence with noise. How he made her laugh — genuinely — at a moment she didn’t even realize she needed it.

The whole night had gone off-script.

The whole thing had been a solution. A performance. Smile for the camera, pose just right, send the photos off and finally shut everyone up about how quiet her love life had been lately. A date on paper — handsome, presentable, charming — enough to make it believable. Not something real. Just something to hush her adoptive-parents for a while.

She rested her free hand on the glass pane, fingers splayed like she was testing for something solid beyond it. Her reflection stared back — a version of herself she didn’t quite recognize. Looser. Sharper. Tired, maybe. Or just… full.

“You’re good at what you do,” she said finally, not turning around. Her voice was steady, but low. Not guarded — not quite — but measured. “That whole chivalrous, not-too-polished-but-just-enough thing. You wear it well.”

She glanced over her shoulder, met his eyes only briefly before looking away again. Too much. Too direct. “I can see why people would pay for your company.” There was a pause as she took another sip, her lashes dropping slightly as she savored the wine.

Then, with that same frustrating calmness, she turned back toward him. The city behind her, him in front of her, and her heart somewhere in the middle, beating just a touch faster than it had any right to. “This wasn’t supposed to go past dinner.” She didn’t explain what this meant. Didn’t clarify whether she was talking about the wine, the room, or the way he looked at her like he already knew something she hadn’t said out loud.

Instead, she gave him a faint, unreadable smile, and let the silence take shape again between them

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THEO JAMES For Dolce & Gabbana Campaign (May 15, 2025)

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open to: females (+21-45 years old)

muse: leo kane (theo james), early/mid-thirties, heterosexual, switch, rent a boyfriend/elite escort for high paying women.

plot: this is the first time your muse hires leo.

the lights were dimmed just enough to cast a golden haze over the penthouse suite — the kind of lighting that whispered instead of screamed, that promised softness while hiding edges. leo kane moved with unhurried grace, the navy suit clinging to his frame like it had been stitched there by hand, every button, every seam in its rightful place.

the night had started well. dinner at a rooftop restaurant, laughter shared over candlelight and clinking glasses. she was smart, way too pretty for his own sanity, with a quiet sort of fire that simmered beneath polished manners. but now, back in the fancy suite she’d reserved — her territory, technically — he could feel the tension rising in the air, subtle but unmistakable.

he uncorked the wine with practiced ease, poured two generous glasses, and turned toward her. “here,” he said, offering her the deep red like it was something sacred. his own glass he cradled lightly in one hand, the other still resting casually at his side.

he took a slow sip, letting the taste bloom before speaking again, voice smooth, edged in velvet.

“you don’t have to be nervous, you know.” his eyes rose over the rim of the glass, locking on her with a look that wasn’t demanding — just certain. every movement he made was confident, not cocky. there was a stillness to him, like a man who never questioned whether the room would bend to his energy.

leo stepped closer, quiet, never pushing. she could bolt if she wanted to, but he didn't think she would.

“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” he murmured, holding out the glass to her, close enough now for his cologne to reach her — warm masculine, with something darker underneath. his mouth curved, not quite a smirk, but something knowing. intimate.

“i’m here to serve you,” he added, voice dipping lower. “in any way you need me.” even if that meant just talking. or sitting. or nothing at all.

though, if she walked away from this night untouched, it would be a shame. she looked fucking delicious in that dress, after all.